The system is forcing me to heal the cannon fodder male supporting role again

Lu Ji felt as if his heart had been hit by a heavy hammer, and couldn't help but staggered back two steps.

His chest rose and fell, he gasped for breath, and looked down at his white, slender and slightly callused hands.

It was the owner of these hands who ordered Shen Zhiwei to be drugged, causing a young general who was supposed to gallop on the battlefield to be sick for life.

But he is not "Lu Ji"...

Even though they have the same name and appearance, but he is not the original owner, even if he doesn't want to obey the system to treat Shen Zhiwei well, but he will never do such a secret harm!

He is different from the original owner!

Lu Ji closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and when he opened his eyes again, his whole body trembled, as if he was a different person. He couldn't help staring at the kowtowing maid: "If you dare to say a word about this matter..."

"I don't dare, I don't dare!" The maid kowtowed in a hurry, her voice was crying.

Lu Ji said coldly: "In the future, you don't have to fake your hands for decocting medicine for Shen Zhiwei."

The servant girl trembled, raised her head slightly, and said in a trembling voice: "Yes, but, but this medicine..."

Lu Ji closed his eyes.

"Dump it."

The fire was raging, and the warm orange tongue seemed to lick Lu Ji's side face, turning half of the dazed person's cheek red.

"My lord."

Lu Ji was taken aback, then regained consciousness, and smiled shyly: "Uncle Song."

Song Qi laughed and said, "My lord is here to learn how to make medicine, why did he lose his mind, this medicine will make you burnt."

Lu Ji smiled dryly, and hurriedly got up to fetch the medicine.

"Hiss—" just touching the furnace medicine, his hand was immediately scalded as if stung by a scorpion, Lu Ji quickly withdrew his hand.

Seeing that the medicine furnace was about to shatter again, Song Qi suddenly stretched out his hands wrapped in blue cloth and quickly caught it.

He carefully put the furnace medicine aside, and shook his head helplessly: "My lord has something on his mind."

Lu Ji couldn't help but smile wryly: "Uncle Song thinks I'm putting on a show?"

"I don't know if someone has given Mr. Shen medicine for a few days, but today he's showing off again, it's just..."

"My lord," Song Bo interrupted, "I believe in my lord, this is not the kind of person."

Lu Ji laughed twice, shook his head and said, "You just saw me, why do you believe me? That maid also said it so clearly..."

Song Qi stood aside with his arms folded: "Before this old man entered the palace and saw the prince, the most common rumors he heard were that the prince was ignorant, arrogant, arrogant, but when we saw him today, he found that the prince was not like that. It can be seen The rumors are not true, so how can the servant girl be sure of what she said?"

Lu Ji was a little stunned, Song Qi smiled kindly: "I only believe what I see."

Lu Ji's heart warmed slightly, and his mood became more relaxed: "Xiao Wang and Uncle Song hit it off, and since then, Mr. Shen's illness, I will have to trouble Uncle Song a lot in the future. There are many vacant rooms in this palace. It's better for Uncle Song to stay in the palace. Stay here."

Uncle Song bowed and said, "This old man is disrespectful."

The laurel slanted to the west, the shadows of the trees were mottled, and the sound of leakage came from afar.

Lu Ji sent Song Qi away, and watched the maids and servants pick up two bowls of boiled medicine cleverly, bowed and left one after another, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"The task 'Decoction' is completed, completion rate: 100%, total task progress: 0.5%."

"Congratulations to the host."

Lu Ji sneered again and again: "You still know."

The voice of the system is still businesslike: "Host, there is no reason why I can't come out."

"Why didn't you tell me that someone tampered with Shen Zhiwei's medicine?"

The system fell into silence, and said after a long time: "I'm sorry, host, I don't know about this. This book mostly uses a third-person perspective. I only know that the original owner asked Chen Taiyi to prescribe medicine for Shen Zhiwei, and I don't know anything else."

Lu Ji laughed angrily, but the system is not afraid of death: "Host, there is actually a chance to gain favor, you can feed Shen Zhiwei with medicine..."

"Hey, uncle, get out of here!"

The system really shut up, but Lu Ji's head hurt suddenly. He rubbed his forehead, but for some reason, Shen Zhiwei with the sick face he saw yesterday appeared in front of him.

What a poor man.

Lu Ji sighed and walked to the bedroom.

Shen Zhiwei was leaning on the couch, listening carefully to Chen San'er's words, when suddenly someone announced from outside that a young servant came into the room with a bowl of pitch-black concoction.

"Master Shen, the medicine is here."

Chen San'er nodded and said, "Let's put it there first."

"Yes." The servant bowed to leave, but Shen Zhiwei suddenly stopped him.

"Why are you here today, where is the usual maid?"

The little servant bowed his head: "Returning to what Master Shen said, Wan Cui offended the prince today and sent him to another courtyard to clean up. From now on, Master Shen's medicine should be taken care of by the little one."

Shen Zhiweiyuan also just asked casually, upon hearing this, he just nodded and let him go.

After only the two of them were left in the room, Chen San'er couldn't help but whispered: "My lord, I really don't need to think of other ways? What a great opportunity that day, and my subordinates just watched him fall down Yes, but I never wondered why he really didn't die after lying down for a few days."

Shen Zhiwei tapped his chin with his slender fingers: "No, I suddenly felt that it might be more interesting to keep him."

Chen San'er looked at his still pale side face, and said tentatively: "I have the courage to ask the young master why he hates King Jing so much, and yet he is willing to live in King Jing's mansion..."

Before finishing speaking, meeting Shen Zhiwei's cold eyes, he immediately swallowed the rest of the words, and obediently lowered his head.

However, Shen Zhiwei's words brought back some memories, and he couldn't help but think of the glass of poisoned wine in his last life before he died.

At that time, in the Palace of Chengqian, it was resplendent and resplendent, and Ji Rongyu, who had just completed the enthronement ceremony, was dressed in a black crown dress, and personally poured poisonous wine into Ling Ling who had been ill for many years and was already terminally ill.

"Qin Guogong has made great contributions to the dragon, so I will give you this cup of imperial wine. I don't know Qin Guogong, but you are still satisfied?" Ji Rongyu pinched his chin, and a smile appeared on his lips.

At that time, he was clutching his colic abdomen, knelt down on the bright floor of Chengqian Hall, bleeding profusely from his mouth, but he was still holding on to the hem of his clothes.

"Where is the boat, what did you do to him, I, I want to see him...!"

His eyes were already darkened, but he still hated himself so much, why did he have to hear the next words so clearly, word by word.

"You still want to see him? Do you know that he asked me to give you this glass of wine?"

Shen Zhiwei's sanity suddenly collapsed, his eyes were pitch black, his eyes were wide open, but Ji Rongyu lifted him up by his collar.

"You still want to see him? Are you worthy too?" Ji Rongyu seemed to be gnashing her teeth, "I won't tell you the truth, so that you can understand! Why do you think your father died?"

He suddenly burst into laughter: "That's because I and the Xiongnu tribe had agreed on the plan for the army early on that day, so it's no wonder that Shen Qingyun didn't die! It's a pity that you were not allowed to die in northern Xinjiang together!"

Shen Zhiwei was thrown back to the ground again by him, and his ten fingers clasped the smooth floor tiles tightly, trying to grab something to relieve the heartbroken pain and overwhelming hatred.

"It was you... who killed my father..."

Ji Rongyu gave a strange laugh: "It's not just me, this good idea was also thought of by you. He and you are nothing more than hypocrisy, but you still take it seriously!"

"It's just that when I saw you, I felt disgusted. You should have died earlier. If you had died earlier, why would I need to get along with you day and night and win your trust? He belongs to me!"

Shen Zhiwei heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed, and then he couldn't help howling in pain, feeling that his legs had been slashed by a sword, and Ji Rongyu seemed to be crazy, constantly chanting "You deserve to touch him" "You He should have died ten thousand times", holding his hands non-stop, as if wanting to tear his corpse into thousands of pieces.

The kind of pain is so painful that people only hate why the effect of the medicine is so slow, and they can't die as soon as possible.

Shen Zhiwei shivered suddenly, and woke up from the memories, and Chen San'er's concerned voice came from the side: "Is the little father-in-law frozen? Will you ask them to bring some medicine?"

Shen Zhiwei turned his head, Chen San'er was startled by his red eyes, immediately knelt on the ground, lowered his head without daring to breathe, only complaining in his heart.Thinking to himself, since the serious illness the day before yesterday, why did the little father-in-law seem to be a different person?

Shen Zhiwei used to be gentle and polite, cheerful and loves to laugh, but now he is very moody and unpredictable all day long, as if he is always thinking about something, but how does his little father-in-law usually know this?

If it wasn't for being able to get the right number everywhere, he would really have to ask someone to open the ceremony for the young grandpa.

Shen Zhiwei looked down at his trembling appearance, and his heart felt bitter, but the past was too tragic, as soon as he closed his eyes, he could think of Ji Rongyu's ferocious face that day, and smell the thick and disgusting smell of blood around him that day.

After he was reborn that day, what he hated the most was not Ji Rongyu, but Lu Ji, whom he had loved for more than five years.

For this reason, he immediately made an excuse to say that the Duke's mansion could not be lived in. Sure enough, Lu Ji approached him very flatteringly and invited him to live with him. During the days when they met day and night, he thought of Ji Rongyu's words over and over again. Several times, he Almost couldn't bear to kill him.

Finally, a few days ago, he dragged his sick body and invited Lu Ji to go out with him. Although Lu Ji was afraid of riding a horse, he still gritted his teeth and went with him. He just said that the wild flowers in the crevices on the cliff are very beautiful. Ji also went to pick it for him without saying a word.

Afterwards, things went smoothly.

Didn't expect him to die.

However, after getting along with each other these two days, he suddenly gave up his idea of ​​wanting Lu Ji to die so early.

Shen Zhiwei lowered his eyes to look at his hands, his fingers were long and slender, and the tiger's mouth was slightly callused, which was the trace left by holding weapons all the year round.

These hands were originally holding the North Wind outside the Great Wall, they were capturing Hu Lu Yi Di, they were all stained with the blood of foreign enemies, and they were doing all the brightest and brightest things in the world.

But his life has been completely useless.

Shen Zhiwei tightened his grip slowly, clenched into a fist, feeling a sense of sadness welling up in his heart.

Lu Ji sat under the lamp, raised his hands under the lamp, looking left and right in boredom.

The systemized black cat patiently narrated to him, and said helplessly, "Master, are you listening?"

Lu Ji let out an "ah", but his eyes were still looking at his hand: "I heard, this is the ending of Shen Zhiwei's book? Continue to do the task of saving the male supporting role, you can write this book according to the progress of him slapping Lu Ji in the face and killing Ji Rongyu after his rebirth, don't you need to torment me now?"

If the system had a human face, it should be paralyzed now: "Host, stop talking nonsense."

Lu Ji was helpless, sighed deeply, put down his hands, sat by the table, propped his chin and stared at the yellow pear-carved window in a daze, as if a person could suddenly pop out there, and the black cat jumped onto the table without causing any trouble. His attention.

"Host, why are you always staring at your hand?"

"I'm curious," Lu Ji pointed at his chin, "Why does the original owner, a pampered dude, have calluses on his hands?"

The black cat said "Oh": "You didn't tell the host earlier, it's very simple."

Lu Ji blinked, and followed it to a cabinet. When he opened it, he saw that the cabinet was empty, except for a tightly locked box.

Lu Ji took it to the table, and the system found a key from nowhere, put it in his mouth and put it by his hand.

With a "click", the lock popped open.

Before Lu Ji saw what was in the box, the window carved with pineapple in front of him was suddenly pushed open with a "bang", which made Lu Ji tremble.

"Stop the boat, it's me—"

Ji Rongyu was dressed in black, with a ruddy complexion, her eyes were shining brightly on the window frame, and she was about to climb through the window and come in as soon as she exerted her strength.